The Doors - Whiskey, Mystics And Men lyrics

Well I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men And about the believers and how the whole thing began First there were women and children obeying the moon Then daylight brought wisdom and fever and sickness too soon You can try to remind me instead of the other you can You can help to insure that we all insecure our command If you don't give a listen, I won't try to tell your new hand This is it, can't you see that we all have our ends in the band? And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were arraigned We could see quite a future for me in the literal sands And if all of the people could claim to inspect such regret Well, we'd have no forgiveness, forgetfulness, faithful remorse So, I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must send away We must try to find a new answer instead of a way